"Epistemology" by Tim Caston

"Epistemology"

Is it premature to congratulate your exit? I swear this never happens, it’s just an unfortunate affliction like the spreading eczema you hide beneath your collar. Color me unimpressed, or unenthused, really. Your formal reality supersedes my shame but it doesn’t erase it, unless you account for your total lack of empathy about my situation. Conception happens so casually, a casual chain, an accident, mostly. To conceptualize being a mother is a harder task to handle. It may be too early for celebration but the booster shot has been administered and the histamines have lost their control over the infant. Immaculate conception, you emasculate me like the road from Damascus and the Virgin Mary in high heels. Tell me why the carpenter works with wood, but you with your hands and mouth? Bury my shame but don’t lose it, it’;s still useful for making kimchi. Excuse me I have no rights the product but feel rather entitled to it, like frozen pizza or cup noodles. -Tim